Obelisk – Jonathan Hine

August 31, 2020

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one valve reality 

 

overcast grief tears ravenously 

at the clouds and 

into the beauteous crimson hemisphere 

i hurl my insignificant cache 

of toe tag apr s redemption deep-sunken collapsing mountain 

ornateness and 

from this wide arc of exposed cloud tops 

AM breezy waves form the 

extrasolar interior of 

bone basin silhouette 

catastrophes 

and in my reverie 

meaningless equivalences and 

incidental flutterings 

become tangible machinery 

perforating dreams of 

encroachment bearing 

brighter delirium

 

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hollow from negation

 

there are 

signposts of 

discouragement 

pointing 

along the 

path of life.

potent symbols 

of sentiment 

veiled in 

pathos